Let that verse get down in your bones today.
The very presence of God physically dwelling, richly inhabiting, taking up residence IN OUR PRAISE.
I picture songs weaving the fabric, words hammering things into place for His seat, hushed murmurs sanding down the wood of His throne, loud cries painting the colors that richly adorn, quiet tears becoming the jewels that bedeck His dwelling place. It is so beautiful.
Why would He do that? Come and inhabit our praises? Come here to this place – broken earth and broken people? Emmanuel, God WITH us?
It’s almost too precious to grasp.
And yet He does.